Luyện nghe bài hát Unforgivable Youth

(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
that I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are as proof
But tears soak on through
I've done
My
My youth
(Verse 1)
We land on the horizon. The passion in eyes then
What they of islands and much more in their size
Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide
slim. Morale when so heavily inside them
Now declining
Return is not an as necessity denies them
With they choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so of their arriving
Other of this land prepare to share in their surviving
A of feathers stands his majesty with treasure
Now the material things that that could never last forever
But secrets of the world and how to live in harmony together
Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that they sever
And stuck up on a pike up the beach
Kept up as a to the rest to turn away from their beliefs
And so it here. And for 500 years
Torture, Terror, Fear til they disappear
(Chorus)
world, my heart, my soul
Things I don't know
The icicles they
They let me go
Scars are as proof
But they soak on through
Things done
My
My youth
(Verse 2)
Ways and means from mistreated beings
A slave labor provides wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime and expand
Using destiny to siphon off the land
From native caretakers who can barely
"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish."
But the when the heated, for the sake of what's not needed
You but do not eat it
The excessive and elitists don't repair it when they it
The were cleared, the factories were built
And your mistakes will be repeated by your future doomed to pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws, and needs and disagreement
And you rushed to have the most, from the day you your boats
You'll but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things I don't know
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But tears soak on through
Things I've
My
My unforgivable
(Verse 3)
As dig in the deserts of the east
Appeared "A pit" 100 wide and 100 meters deep
They ancient cars on even older streets
And a city well preserved and most likely at it's
A so advanced, and by condition of the teeth
They can that they was civil, not barbaric in the least
A society at peace. With and justice for all
carved in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt there was any starvation at all
they pretty much had the poverty problem all solved
From the amount of paper, most likely used for trade
Everything's so organized. They had to be well
they had clean energy, but took to no enemies
Very honest leaders with overwhelming
Religions complex. Kinda hard to figure out
And this must be the
This White.
(Chorus)
This world, my heart, my
Things that I don't
The they grow
never let me go
Scars are left as
But tears they on through
Things done
My
My youth